i am no longer creative.
i am drained.
i am not ready.
i have so much to do.
i can’t do it.
i’m not creative enough.
i’ll never do it.
i’ll never improve.
i’m at a breaking point.
i’m really pushing.
it hurts to try harder.
they made me hate it.
they breathe down my neck.
i am uncomfortable.
i am done.
i am no longer creative.
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